Beef Lyrics - Lights Out - Lil Wayne

Huh 

What? 

What? 

Let's go, nigga (Where you at, Wheezy?) 

You liable to catch me speedin' up the six, or beatin' up a chick 

or standin' over a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brick 

And we keep the hustlin' slick, and got clips like bananas 

We twist the bandanas, and spit at niggas with cannons 

We ran in habitats with masks and plastic gats 

Stormin' through the house, screamin', "Where's this bastard's 

crack?!" 

I flash the Mack in front of your gal and make her tell 

Like, "Slut! Where's the yay, or I'ma pop one in your grill!" 

It's Lil Wayne, nigga - blast and bang triggas 

Pay with my change, then I'm gon' have to bang niggas 

I bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle like rain, nigga 

Flood the av quick with the quarters and halves, nigga 

If you out, you can find me on the street with the work 

If it's a drought, you can find me on the street with the work 

Never slip - I empty half a clip deep in your shirt 

And put your whole clique deep in the dirt 

Smell me? 

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[Hook-2x (Lil Wayne)] 

Who wan' beef with 'em? 

Who wan' creep with 'em? 

And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em 

See, we can sweep with 'em 'cause it get deep with 'em 

And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em 

[Lil Wayne] 

I'm the youngest Hot Boy on the field with heaters 

Let my nine-millimeters kill your peoples 

Bust up in your house and put the gun to lil' Renita 

Give me the yay, or else I'ma put her in her sneakers 

Wow (wow, wow) you can catch me in all black with no smile 

Me, Turk, G'z and ouch - chicka-POW! 

How come these niggaz keep burnin the world 

and why the hell this nigga Weezy keep firmin your girl? 

Turnin the wheel on the orange and teal, Bentley drop 

Then I'ma put that up and hop in the van and hit your block 

Tell your mom to get the cops cause y'all gon' need 'em 

When you see them bullets that my glock pop, y'all gon' eat 'em 

See this for all my niggaz in the pen, I hope for freedom 

And this for all my niggaz buyin bricks, I got 'em cheaper 

Keep a nigga quiet as a mouse when I come 

Wayne #1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya smell me? 

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[Hook] 

[Lil Wayne] 

Nasty case, nigga run up in your crib, crash the place 

Blast the face, automatic attach to waist 

You bastards play? Then it get awful and bad 

There will be no more walkin for dad, and it's off with your head 

A nigga either gon' get it right, or they get it at night 

And when they spit it, lick his ass twice like 20 damn dice 

Henny and ice is what I prefer but light on the rocks 

I pack them clips tight on them glocks and light up your blocks 

And if there's, coke involved then your throat's involved 

I get the toaster and roll up and smoke most of y'all 

Me and my nigga Super Sosa, run up in your crib 

while your grandma watchin Oprah, jag her up and rope her 

If you (?) chances slim like Ethiopia 

If you want drugs, I got more flavors than Fruitopia 

Recognize it's real and nuttin udder than that 

Cause one from the mac'll have blood coverin your back, ha? 

[Hook - 2X]